Impulsive

By Jasmine Dowell

Kameran is going through a confusing period in her life. Does she tell the woman she's been in love with for two years how she feels? Or does she move on with one of the other women in her life? That's not the only complication surrounding this thing she calls life. Will time tell in this jaw-dropping, yet dark turn of events? Or will the clock stop before it's too late?

"Impulsive" is a must-read work of fiction that tells a story of heartbreak, romance, and personal exploration. This novel is filled with twists and turns as Kameran navigates through the tumultuous journey of life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Aug 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781098386207

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Chapter One

Music started blaring from the speakers as Chris Brown’s ,Wet the bed played. The a/c was on full blast as the various strippers went to work on the stage trying to earn a safe keep before the night ended. Luxurious couches were placed around the club for guests to be especially comfortable in. It smelled of soul food and sex because Stacy thought it would be great to have wings, mac and cheese, cornbread and anything else you could think of to be served there. There was no other strip club like it. Stacy climbed on stage with a mic already placed in her hand.

"Yo, you already know it’s ya girl, Stache! Welcome to Play House! We’re about to turn up tonight! My ladies came to play. If you not throwin money or buying some food, get the fuck out!" Stacy was real like that. It was her club and she felt like if you weren’t contributing, then you were wasting her time.

Kameran and Jamie sat at the bar watching their friend be a crazy host on stage. It seemed like only yesterday, they had just graduated from college with hopes and dreams of just being successful. Now their best friend owns the hottest strip club in Charlotte, North Carolina.

That nigga a fool. Jamie smugly took a sip of her crown royal apple. She had already drunk half the glass.

Shit. That’s real though. Kameran responded.

Bartender! She tried to slightly yell over the music for the beautiful chocolate steward that had been getting them drunk. She turned around unsure if she had been called or not.

Over here beautiful! Kameran tipsy, gave her a slight come here motion with her hand to signal her again. She came to stand directly in front of her. Yes? She asked. Her eyebrows rose in question. Kameran couldn’t help herself. Her eyes slide down her body and back up again in wanting. She couldn’t have been older than twenty-two but her physique was built like she was thirty. Stacked on top of stacked.

She had on black tights that emphasized her nice, round bottom. It made matters worse that she had a soft spot for Hershey’s chocolate women.

Can I have another shot of ciroc?

Sure I’ll be back. The chocolate beauty took the shot glass and immediately started pouring a shot.

That weak ass drink. Jamie shook her head and started sipping on her drink again. "At least I’m not sippin on my weak ass drink." Kameran laughed at her. They always talked trash to each other. That’s how it had been since high school. Never did it ever get serious.

The bartender rushed back over with the shot. Kameran grinned and left a bill enclosed in her hand. Keep the change, Shana. She read her name plate as if she knew her.

Shana opened her hand and smirked when she saw it. Kameran had given her a one hundred dollar tip for a couple of shots. Someone else grabbed her attention so she didn’t have time to think about it. She was back to work.

You basically paid for the pussy. Jamie put a hand over her forehead.

Bruh how? She needs it more than I do.Kameran smiled, taking her shot.

Well since you’re feeling extra generous, why don’t you buy the next round too?

I’m broke now. Kameran jokingly chuckled.

I bet nigga. Jamie laughed along with her. There goes Stache. You already know she’s gone be pissed we’re in here spending money. And she would. They had been best friends since high school and always had each other back. Now that they were all grown up and doing well, they never made each other pay for things if they had it like that. Stacy was still conversing with several different beautiful women blocking her way to go anywhere. Giving out hugs and every now and then a kiss on the cheek. She was slowly maneuvering her way towards the bar but was stopped every few seconds to talk. That was to be expected as she was the owner of the newest strip club in town.

Stacy was the oldest of the trio. At only twenty-six years old, she was the owner of a strip club/ restaurant on the southside of Charlotte. She received a bachelor’s in Business Administration and even graduated from cooking school right after, showing them just how ambitious she was to reach her dream and do something different. Like the two of them, she was a dominant lesbian. She was dark skin and the shortest, standing at about five four. She rocked her hair in jet black dreadlocks mid chest and always wore them down in curls. She dressed maturely for her age with the sharpest men’s tailored suits she could find. She thought she had to look professional at all times.

My niggas! She threw her hands up in greeting.

"Ayyyeee." Jamie and Kameran jumped up from the bar stools in unison. Stacy dapped both of them up like she hadn’t seen them in years. It had been six months so they did miss some time between them.

Why didn’t y’all tell me y’all were here already? Stacy crossed her arms in her black Armani suit. Did y’all actually pay to get in?

Come on bruh. No sweat. We gotta support some type of way. Kameran waved her off. Stacy caught sight of the glasses near them at the bar. And y’all niggas buying y’all own drinks? Man, hell nah. She got behind the bar. What y’all want?

Fuck it. Get me some hen bro. Jamie responded by taking a seat.

"Aye man, I just want her." Kameran pointed to Shana who was busy at work still pouring drinks. Stacy began pouring a shot of Hennessy.

You can get her bro. She’s lesbian. What you want? Jamie laughed.

I’ll take some patron. Kameran nudged her, taking a seat next to her. What’s so funny?

Stacy poured her drink and then poured herself a shot of Hennessy also. She handed them the drinks.

Kam out here paying bills for no reason bro. Jamie shook her head.

Man it wasn’t that bad. I just gave her a hundred dollar tip.

What the fuck nigga? You buggin’. She was gonna give you the pussy! Stacy looked shocked. I should go get the shit back.

You disrespectful bruh. Leave that girl alone.

Stacy raised her glass." I need this shot now."

Man fuck y’all! Kameran playfully threw her middle finger up. They both raised their glasses to hers.

To my best friends. For all the love and support you’ve shown me over the last several years and never switching up. They tapped the glasses on the counter and downed the shot in one gulp.

Whoo. So I know y’all want a lap dance. Stacy slid from behind the counter.

On you? Hell yeah! Hook us up, coach. Kameran rubbed her hands together. Yeah. I’m down with that. Jamie agreed.

Who do y’all want?

Puerto Rico. Kameran eyed the Hispanic woman on the pole like she was her last meal.

You got some fine women here man. I ain’t picky. Surprise me. Jamie used a hand to smooth down her waves a couple of times.

Alright, come on. She led them to a VIP sitting area.

I’ll grab them after their set is over. Order some more drinks in the house if you’re feeling froggy. I gotta go regulate. She dapped them up again. Aight bro. They said in unison.

Colorful lights danced around the club. Strippers with tattoos, money, and thug men who swore they were the richest ones in the club. Probably throwing away their paychecks to show off for their homeboys and strippers that only wanted their money. It looked like something out of a music video. The DJ she hired was on point. Booty by Blac Yungsta played, causing every stripper that had been in the dressing room to come out and start earning their money. Jamie and Kameran grinned. The party was just beginning.

Like clockwork, the Puerto Rican goddess Kameran asked to appear and sat on her lap. Stache sent over a chocolate Amazon for Jamie. The Puerto Rican goddess turned around and began clapping her cheeks like she was trying to win a grand prize. Kameran held onto her hips for dear life. This was the life.

Kameran received a text message. She was a light sleeper and stirred immediately. She slowly opened her eyes to bright sun rays beaming from her window directly hitting her face. She felt something budge on her stomach. She looked down and noticed a naked chocolate woman sprawled out across her feet first.

What the hell had she done last night? And who was this naked woman in her bed with her? She checked herself out. She still had on her sports bra and briefs. She breathed a sigh of relief. Kameran only got completely naked for women she could see herself long term with. She felt not everyone deserved to see that side of her. She scratched her braids trying to remember exactly what happened last night? How drunk had she been to not even know how she made it home.

Her mind drew a blank. She didn’t remember what happened after she’d gotten her lap dance from the Puerto Rican goddess. Her head was throbbing and the sunbeams from the window were only making it worse. She sighed again. The chocolate woman began to move. Kameran sat still hoping she would just go back to sleep. As if she read her mind, she began to hear a light snore again. Kameran slowly reached for her phone across the night stand, careful not to make any sudden movements.

She checked the time. It was noon and she was still in bed. She shook her head. She went to her text messages and saw she had several. She read the most recent one.

I miss you. So glad you’re back in town. I hope to see you soon :-)

It was from one of her femme close friends, Naomi. They had been friends for a few years and talked about everything. Kameran could confide in her for anything. She had just got back into town a few days ago after traveling the country, showing her paintings at every art exhibit that wanted her. And they all wanted her. It was finally over and she had to come back home for a couple of months.

She was glad to have the break. Sure she loved painting and showing off her work but after doing it for six months, she needed a vacation. It was the perfect time to go home. Since she had nothing planned that day, it would be the perfect time to pop up at her shop. The first order of business was to figure out who was in her bed first. Oh well. She had already slept with her. Kameran gently grabbed legs and pulled them closer until her pussy was in front of her face.

She began sucking on her clit slowly. Satisfied moans escaped from the dark skinned woman’s mouth. She could finally look over and stretch her neck out to see who it was. It was Shana.

Don’t stop. She groaned, annoyed by the interruption. Happy with the results, Kameran obliged and continued gnawing on her knot. She would make sure she remembered fucking her this time.

Kameran pulled up to the four in one business and found a parking spot directly across from Naomi’s Niche. It was mid June so the temperature was in the mid eighties. It was Friday afternoon so everyone was out spending their paychecks getting their hair done or haircuts to look good for whatever occasion they had planned for the weekend.

Young Dolph’s hottest new song was blasting out of someone’s radio they had set up outside. Women were dressed in shorts and sundresses showing so much skin, you would have thought they were out there trying to find a husband. The southeast side of Charlotte was majority African American and Hispanic but every now and again, there were caucasians that wanted to try a variety of Latino dishes.

After surveying the scene, Kameran reached under her seat and pulled out an eighth of weed. She took what she needed out and replaced the rest back into a small jar under her seat. She began breaking down the leaf she just purchased and the cannabis. Kameran wasn’t ashamed she smoked weed. She did it a few times a week to keep her head straight and from the constant stress of the outside world. In that case, she was just doing it just for fun. It had been a while since she saw Naomi and she was a little nervous.

Why would she be nervous to see her friend? Well Kameran had a secret. She had developed feelings for Naomi over the last couple of years. They hung out all the time and confided to each other about everything. It didn’t help that she was the most gorgeous woman Kameran had laid eyes on.

Pictures didn’t do her justice. She remembered the first time she saw her. She had a booth set up at the mall and was promoting her hair products along with visuals of her customers’ hair. After coming out of H&M, Kameran stopped dead in her tracks. She was drop dead beautiful. Her smooth chocolate skin was so flawless and so perfect. She couldn’t have been taller than 5’3. She had her wild mane of kinky black hair out like she was very proud of it.

She was dressed casual in navy jeans and a button down. Her jeans empathized every curve she possessed. Gotta be Levi’s brand, Kameran thought. She watched her walk around the booth and realized she was wearing stilettos. Her toes were perfectly manicured. The only reason she even noticed her feet was because her behind was swaying from left to right every time she took a step forward. She was shorter than she thought. Kameran felt her heart race.

Being that she had her hair braided up top, Kameran knew it was the perfect way to break the ice without looking too obvious. She walked toward the booth. The beautiful creature had her back to her, finishing up with a customer. Kameran pretended to be looking through her collage of photos of all the hairstyles she put together.

Hi. I’m Naomi. The chocolate beauty smiled; showing off her pearly whites and extended her hand out toward her.

Kameran’s heart fluttered. And her name was sexy. Sheesh. What else could she find out about the melanin queen?

What’s up? I’m Kam. She shook her hand and winked.

Kameran noticed the woman pulled her hand back and quickly diverted her eyes. Kameran looked at her closely. Was she blushing?

So what are you looking for Kam? Naomi was back to being professional.

Well... Kameran pulled her fitted off. Can you braid and cut? I’m tired of going to two different places to get my hair cut and braided. That much was true. She went to Africans to get her hair braided and her regular barber to get her hair faded. It cost too much and was too time consuming because the Africans didn’t do appointments.

As if she already prepared for this question, Naomi began flipping through her iPad looking for the perfect picture to match her description. I just did this about a week ago. I can do any design you want or I can freestyle your hair. She handed her the iPad with a young man’s picture of his hair braided up.

Kameran was beyond impressed. The braids were tight and the fade was just as good as a barbers. "Damn girl. This is nice but what about the price? Are you going to overcharge me like everyone else?"

Naomi smirked, How else am I supposed to make a living?

Kameran returned the smirk and crossed her arms. You seem like a good businesswoman. How about I design a logo for your future shop and you give me half off my hair?

Surprised, Naomi tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. I just have a booth. What makes you so sure I want my own shop?

A horn blared across the parking lot, knocking Kameran out of her daydream. It looked like a car crash was almost in the midst. Kameran took a long drag of her blunt. Then another. She just wanted a little buzz. She pulled out her blunt spray in her middle console and sprayed the car down immediately. She didn’t want the smell to stick to her seats. She got out of the car and dusted herself off making sure she still looked as good as she did when she left.

She decided on a fitted, white t-shirt that showed every definition in her arms and camouflage shorts. She had on a pair of foamposites and strapback to complete the ensemble. She checked her breath. Everything was good. She pulled pizza boxes out the back seat of her car. She knew it was around lunch time and they rarely took their lunch breaks.

This was the first time Kameran had actually seen the shop. She had been traveling when she had her grand opening. It looked good from the outside. She glided to the door. Everyone looked up when the bell went off.

What’s up ladies? Kameran smiled and put the pizzas up as a peace offering.

Kammm! Naomi had a big grin placed on her face. Excuse me, I will be just a moment. She whispered to the woman whose hair she had been doing. Naomi jogged to Kameran and hugged her tightly. Kameran received the hug and gave a slight pull to her waist. She inhaled her scent. She always smelled so good.

Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? Naomi let her go and motioned for her to follow her into the break room.

Because I wanted to surprise you. Duh. Kameran returned her smile and followed her. She had her place the pizzas on the counter.

Naomi rolled her eyes and put a hand on her hip. Do you need your hair done?

You know me too well. Kameran replied smugly. She took her hat off to show her how frizzy her hair had gotten.

Ugh. Don’t you have hoes? They don’t know how to braid?

I don’t know. Like that ever comes up.

Naomi smirked and looked at her watch. "I’m about to put her under the dryer. You can keep me company until then since you want to go missing and only pop up to get your hair done." She walked out of the break room, putting extra motion in her hips as she did so.

Kameran shook her head and sighed. She knew what she was doing. Get it together Kam. She’s just your friend. She wouldn’t let her thoughts get the best of her. She quickly left the break room before she could notice her hesitation. Naomi was back on her customers hair, preparing her for the dryer.

Everyone, this is my best friend, Kameran. She’s been traveling for six months. That’s why this is your first time meeting her.

Hello Kameran, A couple of employees chatted.One woman blew her a kiss in response. Kameran chuckled and fanned herself. These women were hot. The salon was filled with women of different colors, shapes, and sizes. They were in gossip mode of course. Just like you see in movies.

Back down, Kesha. She just got here. One of her colleagues saw the scene take place.

"I’m just trying to